“We are all Phil Connors!” – Futurist Jim Carroll
It is estimated that 1.5 billion people on our small orb are in lockdown or under stay-at-home orders; others, respectful of the lives of their fellow citizens, choose to heed the advice and respect the science.
Every day bleeds into the next, all the same, broken up only by the endless walks. It is said that some dogs, thoroughly delighted with the early newfound attention at home, are now hiding from their masters – they do not believe in the 20,000 steps religion.
Every day is like the rest – seeking equilibrium, some sort of balance, small activities to get through, and then a peek at the latest news, immediately followed by a racing heartbeat.
Every day is the same, broken up by a meltdown by a child and then a parent losing their shit. Family dynamics are being tested in new and different ways.
The days become like another, with some people actually pausing for a moment to ask ‘what day is it?’
Every day becomes the same, an endless war on the lawn, cleaning the garage, sorting through life’s possessions, attacking work responsibilities in small unfocused moments.
Every day is similar – until we decide ‘enough is enough,’ and actively seek strategies to break it up into something new.
And so tomorrow, on the 6th day, we will vacuum!